IIRO - dragonkin executioner
#5 of Incomplete ideas relating to orcs
I got the image of someone gripping the shaft of a headless body, and decided to write it up a bit. 300-or-so words later, I had this.
The scaled hand ran tenderly over the flanks of the orc, the greenskin's body lying on the wooden platform of the guillotine. The scent of blood tickled the executioner's nose, the still warm body beneath him twitching slightly in response to the light touches. Unable to hold back much longer, the barbed shaft of his engorged member slid into the tight hole. A rumbling sigh of satisfaction could be heard as the shaft pushed and tore its way deeper, in to the hilt in one smooth action. One hand gripped an orc shoulder tightly, while the other slid under the body to feel the turgid shaft of the recently deceased, the hot flesh smooth and yeilding beneath the calloused fingers.
The bench cracked and the orc's limbs flailed as the dragonkin had his way with the body. This was the best part of the day, the moments after the kill. After the whipping, or screaming, or begging. Just the empty flesh of some pathetic prisoner, something that his dick could tear asunder without any pitiful crying or excessive bleeding lubing up his fuck-hole.
After barely a minute, his cum was surging into the orc's remains. His claws dug into the soft flesh as he struggled to stay upright. He collapsed onto the warm body, breathless and panting.
The smell of blood and seed filled the execution chamber, the occasional drip of some fluid falling on the stone floor. Pulling himself upright, pulling his talons out of the muscle of the orc's shoulder, the dragonkin walked around to the basket at the base of the blade. Grabbing a rag from his belt, he wiped the blood from his exposed crotch and thighs. Grabbing an arm, he pulled the now cool corpse behind him as he exited the chamber. It would be dragged down the hallway of cells -with plenty of time for the waiting condemned to see it pass by - and dumped in the refuse chute at the end.